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Her mouth ached for him to take hers in another of those drugging kisses. Those large, masculine hands…she wanted them everywhere. Most of all, Cordelia felt that empty throb deep in her belly and the hard length of him pressing against her hot skin, wanting everything all at once; needing completion.

“Please,” the soft plea tripped from her parted lips as she inched closer on their shared pillow.

Cordelia’s eyes popped open a little wider at the sound of her own voice. Oops! Didn’t mean to beg, but what’s a girl to do faced with all this naked hunk of very yummy manpire?

A smile tugged at Angel’s chiseled lips. Cordelia wasn’t schooled in purposefully delaying passion, letting anticipation build or withholding that final merging of bodies until passion and pleasure catapulted to unimagined peaks.

She had no damn idea how badly he wanted to skip the preliminaries and just claim her beautiful body, but this was their one and only first time. He wanted to make it last, to wallow in Cordelia’s scent and her taste and just the sight of her; to worship that golden skin with his hands and his mouth.

Then, only then, would he take her.

But he wanted so much and the tight grip of lust held him close to breaking those plans. Angel restrained the instinctive voice in his head demanding release, to let loose, to do it now and take what was his and only his. All of her. He wanted to answer the eager needs of her luscious body, follow the siren call of her blood, and let her know exactly what it meant to be his.

While his body screamed its agreement not to delay the claiming of those desires, Angel wrestled inwardly for a tighter grip on his own sense of control. The pull of his demon was close to the surface, demanding its darker desires with as much passion as his soul churned with intensely tender emotions.

Angel combed his fingers through the silky waves of her hair, fingers sensually slipping along her scalp before threading through her dark tresses. The soft sigh barely sounded louder than a breath, Cordelia relaxing for an instant, and then tightening up again as her limbs shifted. The hand on his shoulder slipped up to the nape of his neck; the leg locked around his sliding up and down in instinctive anticipation.

When Cordelia’s pink tongue swept across her parted lips, her eyes focused on his and yet her forward movement stopping still inches away, Angel decided he wanted no hesitation on her part. “You know you want a kiss, Cordelia, so come get it.”

The urge to plunder her mouth pulled hard against his restraint, but Angel waited the few milliseconds it took for Cordelia to respond to his sensual dare. Plush lips pressed softly against his firm mouth, sliding tentatively at first only to repeat the move again. Her fingertips splayed along the edge of his jaw, her mouth opening just enough to let the tip of her tongue slide wetly across the part of his lips.

A rumbled response vibrated Angel’s chest, the sound and sensation of it igniting another fire within her. Cordelia kissed him passionately, lips roving, nibbling and gently sucking at his. He held himself back, freely letting her explore his mouth with her own, responding to her eager kisses until it was too much even for him.

Gentle response turned to hungry demand, Angel’s mouth closing over hers and claiming control. His hand circled between her shoulder blades and dipped along the curve of her spine as their hips rocked slowly against each other, his hard sex sliding across her slick surface. Cordelia moaned deep into his mouth, her tongue darting against his as her lower body increased the friction between them.

She could live off those kisses alone. Her mouth was perfectly happy under his, but then those knowing lips moved on to whisper words of passion as he kissed her cheek, the corner of her eye, the tip of her nose and the soft skin just below her ear. Then his tender, moist kisses explored her throat and Cordelia felt her body leap in response.

Angel’s mouth felt so good there. He knew just where to touch, to caress, to let his lips slide across her skin so softly as to set off her senses. Just how Angel knew came from instinct as much as experience, the thought crossed her mind as a hot flush crept up from her chest all the way up her neck and her pulse sang to the tune he was creating against her skin.

Vampire, that one little reminder popped into her head with her curiosity far overpowering any innate sense of fear. Being with Angel meant accepting that he was more than just a man. That she wanted him, all of him.

Arching against him, Cordelia sounded out her question on a moan, “Will you bite me?”

The roving lips froze above her heated pulse point, feeling her throb against him in a rapid staccato. Lifting his dark head, Angel gazed down, eyes rimmed with just a hint of amber. Deep inside, his demon roared at the thought. His fangs shifted in their bony housing at the roof of his mouth, face rippling for an instant before it settled back into its human features.

“Are you asking or just curious?” Angel licked at his lips trying to stay focused on her eyes and not drop his gaze back down to the tempting cord of her neck.

Her fingers toyed with the hair at his nape as she said, “Curious?”

Angel could see it in her eyes. No instant eew or adamant refusal, just automatic acceptance that he might want that, need that and facing the possibility that it was going to happen. Unable to form a verbal response, he simply fought the urge to do it now. To sink his fangs into the butter-soft flesh and taste that part of her he craved beyond his ability to consciously deny.

His body shuddered in need, sex swelling against her more rigidly than before. Just the thought of biting her aroused him, made him think back to the days where that was all about causing pain and reveling in his own pleasure and dealing in death. This would be different. So different, and just imagining the way he could turn an instant of pain into shuddering pleasure for them both had him licking his lips again in anticipation.

“Umm…” Cordelia could see the struggle in his eyes and the physical response that the thought itself created, admitting softly, “I’m not sure what to expect.”

Pulling himself together, Angel pressed his forehead to hers; closing his eyes for a moment before shifting to rub his mouth against hers in a needy plea, “Trust me.”

Cordelia flashed a smile that conveyed only confidence. “Always,” she answered.

“Then relax,” he whispered into her ear as he sucked the lobe into his mouth and gave it a little tug with his teeth. Hearing her ‘pfft’ in response, Angel chuckled, his eyes flecked with hints of amber despite their teasing glint.

Cordelia was far too wound up for that and he knew it. A feral smile curled his lip; looked like he’d just have to wind her up a little more because he was far from finished exploring. “You may feel more than just my fangs,” Angel purred again just before his rounded teeth clamped down on the cord of her neck, holding on, and gauging her response.

She stilled in his arms, heartbeat aflutter, breath held in anticipation of what might be coming next. There was a twinge of fear in the air, and the hands on his arms held him just a little tighter than before. Cordelia’s lashes brushed her cheeks as her eyes closed, turning her head just a fraction to let him do what he wanted.

Instead of the sting of his fangs, Cordelia felt the gentle release followed up by a kiss against her reddened flesh. Opening her eyes, she met Angel’s wondrous gaze. Apparently he’d never experienced a human willingly exposing her throat to him, and especially one already caught beneath him. Her name tumbled from his mouth, “Cordy,” as he realized the extent of his good fortune tonight.

One hand took hold of hers, his thumb rubbing the center of her palm before he brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss there and brought her hand to his chest silently encouraging her touch. Cordelia smoothed her hand over the firm muscles, letting out a soft gasp as his fingers dropped down again to skirt across the outer curve of her breast and listened to his own grunt of pleasure as she toyed with the circle of flesh around his small male nipple.

Eyebrow arching at the response, Cordelia wondered how he’d react to having her mouth there. Would it be anything like what she’d felt with his on her? Slipping down a fraction, she pressed her lips to his chest, parting them and flicking her tongue across the tightly beaded surface. Applying soft suction, she suckled at the tiny nub of flesh and upon feeling the rumbling purr vibrating his chest, tugged at it with her teeth.

His body tensed at the unexpected sensation, then he rolled onto his back pulling her with him so that Cordelia sprawled half across his torso and half on the bed. “Do that again.”

Peeking up at him, an impish smile tugging at her lips, Cordelia let her hands roam across his broad shoulders and smooth chest before following suit with the other side. Wanting to play a little more, her confidence in her actions growing by leaps and bounds, Cordelia started to swing her leg over his hips.

Angel held her off, “Keep those luscious legs on the bed. We’re just having a little fun here, Cor, not trying to drive me insane.”

A little growl of discontent sounded almost too low for his keen hearing, but Angel caught the determined stare and the return of that smile that told him he might be in trouble. Cordelia’s loose hair tickled across his chest as she leaned closer to his mouth to tell him, “That’s the point.”

Before he could argue, Cordelia returned to her exploration of his chest, letting her soft mouth drop silky kisses across the surface of his skin. His hands played along the soft curves of her shoulders, slipping further down as she moved up to trail more kisses across his neck.

Turnabout is fair play Mister Broody Pants, Cordelia felt a little thrill at the idea of letting Angel take a turn at being teased a little. After all, the way he made her suffer those hot, endless kisses and the skillful touch of his hands, never once giving in to the raging need that obviously kept him aroused as much as she was… yes, he deserved what he was about to get.

“Tell me, Angel,” she kissed her way along his collarbone. “Just,” smooching him, “how,” adding a soft peck, “many,” licking at the base of his throat, “erogenous zones,” she quirked he eyebrows upward, “can I find on my little scavenger hunt?”

“Cordelia,” he growled a little warning as her mouth started to explore cords of his throat. Her hands palmed his head letting him know where she wanted him, but it was all he could do to lie there and let her suckle and nibble while controlling his reaction at the same time.

His hands wandered down the delicate curve of her spine to curve around her lush bottom, pulling her on top of him despite his earlier intent. While squeezing the firm globes and massaging with his fingers, he ground his erection against the soft skin of her belly. Cordelia moaned against his throat at the sensation of his hard shaft pressing so close to where her body craved attention.

When Angel made no move to bring them together, managing to content himself with the teasing sensation of body contact alone, Cordelia realized that he had no intention of going that extra mile yet.

Whatever happened to Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am? Then again, Cordelia considered that she wasn’t dealing with an ordinary guy, certainly not one quite as self-centered as that. Not that she wanted that attitude either, eew, no! But as she quickly discovered, she did have wants, and she did have needs and she both wanted and needed Angel… now.

Frustration blossomed in her belly as Cordelia shifted her hips against him. Then an idea popped into her devious head, urgency driving her to a wanton, perhaps even dangerous method of getting Angel’s full attention. He was content to play, was he? To let her have a turn. Fair enough. She’d take it.

Cordelia smiled with Cheshire-Cat brilliance, hiding her sudden grin under the silken waterfall of her hair. On the pretext of opening her mouth to suckle over the place where his pulse point would be, she sank her teeth into him, just stopping short of drawing blood.

A feral growl replaced that purr and Cordelia suddenly found herself flat on her back with the vampire looming above her, knees on the bed, shoulders back and his body rippling with the effects. Falling into a ballerina pose against the pillow, with her arms arced above her head, Cordelia felt her jaw drop as she watched Angel’s human features shift away leaving the prominent ridges of bone, cartilage and heavily sinewed flesh in its place.

Recovering from her momentary surprise, she tucked her legs beneath her, rising up on her knees to match Angel’s position. Hot caramel eyes slid up his hard body from the spot where his knees dug into the mattress to the intense amber eyes staring at her with such potent desire.

“What’s a matter?” a saucy grin played across her mouth. “Can’t take what you dish out?”

Cordelia didn’t wait for his response, she just reached out to touch all the places his body appeared different than before. Starting with his brow, her fingertips took a feathery-soft path across the prominent ridges, following the line of his nose and then dropping down to his chest. His whole torso felt denser than before. Then she nibbled at her bottom lip as her hands kept moving lower.

Before Cordelia could make that final bold move, wanting to feel all the differences she could see, even those… especially those subtle changes to the surface of his sex, Angel snatched her hands from his skin. “You do like to play with fire, don’t you, Cordelia? You just don’t seem to know what side of that Do-Not-Cross line you’re supposed to be on.”

Though his words scolded, Angel’s eyes contained amusement mixed with lust. Oh, she’d gotten his attention alright. Though he doubted her little strategy was going to work out the way she’d planned. He’d almost forgotten his own idea to map out every inch of her gorgeous flesh before taking her.

If she thought he was dragging out their pleasure, delaying it with games and his teasing caresses, now she’d really understand this wasn’t a game at all. Taking one of her captured hands, he gave it a gentle twist, holding it behind her back before bringing her body closer. The pain-free hold merely restrained Cordelia from roving her fingers over his sensitive spots, which she appeared to have an unerring knack for finding.

Considering the fact that Cordelia hadn’t complained loudly or suddenly accused him of manhandling her, Angel figured she realized he wasn’t planning to hurt her no matter that his vampire physiognomy was on display. He certainly didn’t want to stifle her natural curiosity or the eager enthusiasm that lit her eyes when she touched him. Angel just needed to maintain a certain level of control or else was going to lose it completely.

When Cordelia attempted to shake her other hand loose, Angel released it. She put it on his hip, her eyes still on his trying to decide if this was allowable or if he’d try to stop her. Not like he hadn’t encouraged it earlier. “Go ahead, Cor. You know you want to,” he saw the defiant spark flash in her eyes quickly eclipsed by the return of the curious vixen.

Angel felt her hand curl around him, her fingers sliding over him in an explorative manner, reaching down to cup him in her palm before moving along his length. It was all he could do not to explode right then and there. Clamping down with rigid control, he decided and heard the guttural tension breaking into his voice, “That’s enough. Time’s up.”

“Now?” Cordelia asked overeagerly thinking playtime was over. Then she had to know if he intended to stay this way, all vamped out and hard and ribbed in ways that might make friction fun. “Like this?”

Easing her down on the bed, Angel lowered himself onto his elbows. Without any verbal response, he marked her shoulder as the new starting point of what would become a trail of countless kisses. Angel’s hands worked their flesh magic, drawing out every tiny tingle into a wave of pleasure; his mouth constantly moving along the same path and taking care not pierce her skin with his fangs.

Cordelia knew her breasts were sensitive. It wasn’t like they’d never been touched before, mostly by groping football players, Xander at his fumbling best or Wilson with his more experienced attempts at arousing her. This eclipsed anything those guys had ever managed and the quadruple stimulation of hands, lips, tongue and fangs had her head reeling and her body writhing in response.

The soft rasp of his tongue drove her wild and Cordelia finally wriggled her legs out from under him to curl around his hips, her feet wandering up and down his legs in a rhythm that unconsciously set him grinding his own hips into the mattress. As he released her breasts, Angel kissed his way across the smooth plain of her belly to pause at the concave indenture of her navel.

Cordelia’s sexual naivety only went as far as actual experience, giving her a strong suspicion just where Angel was taking his torturous path of pleasing kisses. Even the thought of his mouth and fingers against the center of her slick heat was more than enough to hurdle her straight back to that tiny thread of insecurity. Not that she doubted he knew what he was doing.

On the contrary, Cordelia figured that part out the moment ‘salty goodness’ walked through the doors of the Bronze. Angel just oozed with sexual appeal without even trying. That is, when he wasn’t being evil, broody or a dork. Even then Cordelia had to admit Angel always managed sexy.

She’d bet anything he owned that he was about to make her an extremely satisfied woman. Her body hummed in anticipation even as her mouth trembled under the weight of his intimate stare. Oh, geez! Glad I waxed my bikini line yesterday.

Open to him, Cordelia watched in fascinated arousal as Angel looked his fill, seeing the raw lust glittering in his eyes as he glanced up. A rumble welled deep from the vampire’s chest. Her eyes clamped shut as Angel’s head descended, body tensing almost imperceptibly. Not because she didn’t want to watch, but she just couldn’t find the courage to lift the lids.

Cordelia shuddered as the purely vampiric sound made her flesh tingle in wanton response. Sounds like the Big Bad Wolf coming to eat up Little Red Riding Hood. Or lick her to death. Cor, Cor, Cor, what are you thinking? This is Angel. Shut up, sit back and think of Tiffany’s!

“I can almost hear those nervous jitters,” Angel told her as his mouth lowered to her dark curly mound, pressing a kiss at the center of the trim triangle.

Cordelia’s eyes snapped open, flashing a dark stare of denial. “Jittery? Who me? Nope, not at all,” she claimed defiantly flexing her thighs a fraction wider.

Sensing she was nervous about this and guessing that she’d never experienced a man’s mouth on her before, Angel made a little detour to the supple contours of her golden thighs, though he took a moment’s pause to delight in the fact that he would be the first to taste her. His kisses there were so close to her throbbing heat that Cordelia’s hips squirmed in subconscious response to bring him into contact.

Then his fingers slid into action, exploring her with soft strokes and a gentle gliding rhythm that sped up and slowed down whenever Cordelia climbed too close to the brink he wanted to take her to. All thoughts of waxing, fairy tales and Tiffany’s left her head the moment Angel touched her.

Cordelia arched and writhed at the pleasure he dealt out with those knowing hands and the skilled tongue that danced over her flesh. His mouth caressed her, sucked softly against her silken folds. The only thoughts Cordelia was even capable of at the time went along the lines of, Oh, geez, yes! Where have you been all of my womanly life?

Later, she’d totally deny saying that aloud…not that she ever did.

Close, so close.

Her every tiny reaction kept Angel aroused and intent. His own body throbbed with the need to take her, promising himself that time would come soon. Pressing hard into the mattress, he stemmed off the constant ache and returned his focus to her.

Angel’s hand curled around her thigh again, kisses wandering while his fingers kept up their sensual dance. His lips pressed down on the rhythmic throb of Cordelia’s femoral artery, which had been pulsating close to his ear. That sound combined with her scent and taste to drive him just a little wild with wanting everything she had to give. The fact that he’d already let his demon nature slip to the surface made it impossible to resist.

Just a little taste, the thought was no sooner formed than Angel’s sharp fangs slid like a hot knife through butter.

Even as the first droplets of blood welled to the surface, Cordelia’s surprised cry left her throat, her eyes darting down to see what she knew was happening. The rough surface of Angel’s cool tongue lapped softly at her skin, the shallow bite intentionally not deep enough to pool the blood. His thumb continued to circle the slick nub of her sex as his fingers rocked within her continuously finding a spot that made her body hum.

Then it just snuck up on her while Angel had her distracted, a mind-blowing, body-wracking orgasm that caused her to scream his name. Bucking up against his face, she actually pressed her punctured flesh against Angel’s open mouth causing those sharp fangs to go deeper than he intended. Her blood, sweet and intoxicating, ripe with her arousal, and teeming with life, spurt against his tongue.

A shocked grunt sounded, followed instantly by Angel immobilizing Cordelia’s thigh against the bed. Just two succulent swallows of that rich human blood left a heady sensation behind, his body streaking with primal urges. Knowing that it was hers made it taste better going down, because it was more than just sustenance, but the precious liquid life of the woman who meant everything to him.

Cordelia writhed against his fingers, still in the throws of her orgasm, hands tightly clasping the pillow under her head. Oh, geez! Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes.

Though Angel hadn’t planned to officially stake his vampiric claim right here and now, contemplation was the furthest thing from his mind. The only thought that filtered through his lust-addled brain was that his mark would be there whenever he looked at those tempting curls that veiled the tight core of her body, territory that most definitely belonged to him.

Angel’s fangs pulled against Cordelia’s flesh, acting instinctively, lapping up the rich red blood and then retracting to seal the wounds with the gentle ministrations of his tongue, permeating them with his scent. Then slipping his drenched fingers from within her, Angel closed his mouth around them, his eyes fluttering shut at the combined tastes swirling on his tongue. He wanted to bury his face in the cradle of her thighs and drink down every drop of liquid pleasure, but as his eyes opened again they were filled with doubt.

Though he’d earlier suggested it would happen by not denying he would bite her, Angel hadn’t planned to do this the first time they made love, wanting to ease her into the idea of the most basic of a vampire’s sexual needs. But he hadn’t counted on Cordelia teasing him into letting his demon come out to play.

Morphing back to his human features, Angel shifted up the length of her body to settle between her trembling thighs. God, he had to kiss her, to reassure her, to make certain that he hadn’t blown this entire experience.

“What’s with the broody face?” she asked with a lazy smile. Mmm, she felt so good and yummy right now, especially as his heavy male body settled into hers.

Figuring that should be obvious, Angel pressed a tasty, passionate kiss across her lips and they blossomed beneath him, opening up like a flower to the sun. Deep, juicy kisses kept Cordelia distracted until Angel’s arousal unerringly ground against her sensitive flesh. “Please tell me we don’t have to wait any more. I want you so much, Angel.”

“You’re not angry?” his dark eyes flashed uncertainty.

Cordelia paused, for a moment having no idea what he meant. Then it hit her. The bite, that’s what her dumbass vampire was trying to get at. “Duh! No. Told you I only wanted to know if you would do it. You think I don’t want all of you? I’m in love with you, Grr Guy.”

Tagging on that soft admission, Cordelia lifted her hand to his face, her eyes full of life and sparkling with the truth of her confession. A smile graced her lips and her gorgeous face appeared to him more beautiful than he’d ever seen it, even with a light sheen across her nose and her cheeks flushed.

“So I take it that it’s okay to use those three little words, now,” Angel’s chiseled mouth curled up at one corner into that trademark smirk. Just knowing Cordelia accepted him, all of him, was enough to make his chest ache and his sex throb.

Cordelia already knew how he felt. He’d shown her with every kiss and caress. That didn’t mean the idea of hearing him say it didn’t cause a starburst of excitement to go off in her head because, boy howdy, did it ever.

“Tonight makes you mine, Cordelia,” Angel brushed the backs of his fingers along her temple, slowly combing through the soft hair spread across the pillow. “Mine in ways no human lover could ever claim. Wanting you, needing you… that’s only a part of what makes you essential in my life. I’ve never known anyone like you.”

“That’s because I am Cordelia Chase,” she quipped with a grin.

Angel kissed the tip of her nose. “Incorrigible, beautiful, and truly, Cordy, you have become the most caring person I’ve ever known. There are days when I don’t know who I’d be if it wasn’t for you.”

Aww, geez, Cordelia’s eyes sparkled even brighter as the words tugged hard at her already full heart.

“I love you, Cordelia,” he told her and felt the potent results of his own words leave him shaking with need.

The words were barely out of his mouth before Cordelia wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close, the sound of her joyous laughter resounding in the room and into his ear. Their lips met in a fervent kiss, passion escalating between them. Angel joined their bodies together with a slow, determined thrust, allowing Cordelia to adjust to the sensation. His control was fast slipping. She held him as if her body never wanted to let him go, clutching him from within.

Angel reigned in the urge to pound deep, wanting to learn the secrets of Cordelia’s sensual arousal. To explore what gave her pleasure. To feel it himself whether that be achingly slow or at a rhythm designed to blow the tops off their heads. Tonight was all for her, whatever she wanted. For Angel felt certain that he’d be more than satisfied just being inside her.

“Do you like that?” Angel murmured the question as he nibbled at Cordelia’s neck.

Too caught up in sensations, Cordelia barely noticed the question. “Mmm. Tickles.”

“It tickles?” Then he realized she thought he was talking about her neck. His hand traversed down to her hip as he maintained a slow, shallow rhythm. “Cor, I meant this.”

Arching her body against him, Cordelia moved her hands along his skin, enjoying the simple fact that she held him in her arms even as his body was ever so slowly leading her back toward paradise. Her legs shifted along his hips. “Oh, this. I like. Definitely.”

Continuing at that languorous pace for a short while, Angel sensed Cordelia was starting to lose patience with it. His little vixen wasn’t very content with taking it slow. “How about this?” Testing out her responses, he experimented with moving deeper, harder and faster than before.

“Oh, geez!” Cordelia cried out at the new feeling, her body responding to his in an answering rhythm, awkward at first and then just as enthusiastically. “That, that! I like that too.”

Angel growled and chuckled all at the same time, his back arching, muscles flexing as brought them together again and again and again. “Seems you like everything, Cordy.”

“As long as it’s with you,” she kissed him feverishly when his mouth closed over hers. Then coming up for air, gasping with panty breaths, she added, “Angel… so good, don’t ever stop.”

Having no intention of stopping anytime soon, Angel indulgently set up a complex rhythm combining the different sensations, his own body tensing and reveling in the build-up in his loins. Cordelia was so responsive, just as he’d imagined her to be, laying aside all traces of initial uncertainty. He made love to her slowly, deeply, passionately until the world faded around them and nothing existed except the two of them and the feelings between them.

Ecstasy also came in audible form, a cry sounding from Cordelia’s lips with Angel’s deep roar of pleasure following in its wake. They moved together, bodies thrusting close with the slide of sweat-slicked skin, limbs trembling, muscles clenching upon reaching the peak of passion. Cordelia felt his body’s release, her own pleasure heightened as she watched his face.

For a moment, Angel’s heavy weight collapsed on top of her and Cordelia moaned at the way it felt to be blanketed by him. Her hands traced over his damp skin, her motions soothing and instinctive. Angel pressed his lips to her throat, the bounding pulse a temptation he could not resist and though Cordelia automatically turned her head, it was only kisses he placed there.

Then, almost reluctant to move, but not wanting to crush her, Angel shifted back onto his knees carrying her with him. Cordelia gasped in surprised delight at the new position, fully aware of his length still inside her. A naughty smile lit her face as she looped an arm around Angel’s neck, using her free hand to trace the angles of his handsome face, “We did it.”

The sound of her delight gripped Angel right in the heart, but he had to laugh at the amazement that trickled from her voice because he felt the same way. A little shocked that it had actually happened. Now he just wanted to spend the rest of the night proving to himself that this wasn’t just another dream.

Remaining in that upright hold, still reeling from the results of their lovemaking, they came down from those lofty heights together. Soft, deep kisses followed; the stroke of his strong hands down her back; a gentle rub along the nape of his neck. Angel savored the texture of Cordelia’s lips beneath his own, their feminine curves sliding under his, opening up to the gentle pressure he applied. A moan sounding from her throat as Angel’s tongue slipped inside to taste her.

Cordelia wriggled in his lap feeling the delicious throb of her body as it held his so intimately, climactic aftershocks still fluttering and zinging deep inside. She could feel him getting hard again and the thought just set off a wave of excitement as Cordelia realized she was too fired up to be tired.

“Guess that wound didn’t bother you much,” Cordelia realized as she caught sight of the pile of cotton balls and the bottle of hydrogen peroxide at the bottom of the bed. There was a hopeful tone to her voice as if she was concerned its existence might prevent them doing it again.

With a quick kiss, Angel commented, “Nope. How about yours?” he asked, referring to his mark.

“Oh, that, pfft!” Cordelia rolled her eyes. Kinda sore, but it tingled only adding to the rapidly-forming ache inside her. Almost anxiously, she asked, “Are we doing it again?”

Angel smiled against her mouth, promising, “Oh, definitely.”

End

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Posted December 19, 2015 by califi in Complete

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